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Saturday, April 10, 2004 Family

We just returned from the doctor, who declared me strep-free, but something-else-full. Pharyngitis of idiopathic origin. AKA who-knows-wtf-it-is-so-here’s-some-antibiotics-just-in-case.

While we were there, the nurse asked if Dylan and Daphne were twins. *sigh* “No, they’re just really close in age. Eighteen months.” “We spaced the birth control.” “We’re Irish Catholics.” Actually the last two statements, while true, were uttered on the inside.

The doctor made up for it, though, when he expressed surprise that there was a third child at home, a six-year-old. “Wow, you must have started young!” “No, I’m 35. I was 29 when I had my first.” “Oh. That’s right. [peers closely] You could have fooled me. I would have guessed mid-20’s.”

And he wasn’t even trying to sell me something. I grinned.

So now we’re home while Gil and Logan are at t-ball. I just don’t feel up to going over there. Besides, I can put the kids in the living room at their little table with juice, yogurt and goldfish crackers to watch Dora, something that would never happen on Gil’s watch. He’d freak if he could see them in there, unsupervised with cultured edibles. Heh. Makes it twice the fun, in my opinion.

(OK, OK, I put a splat mat down; I’m not a total idiot. And if you haven’t discovered the Land of Nod yet, go there now. It’s fabul-great, as Jilbur would say.)

Oh, love this: Dylan just walked in with his empty goldfish bowl to complain that they tasted yucky. “I see you managed to eat them all, though.” “But they tasted yucky because they had germs on them.” “Hmmm. What did these germs look like?” “Rug.” “Well, no wonder.”